Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fluxion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Japan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Pole,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Shoche,
Ludus,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.